I couldn’t begin to imagine what was coming. Our family was on the verge of change; much was unknown. We had done our best to prepare our four year old and 20 month old. Every part of me was ready and, yet, unsure of what the morning would bring.
On December 29th, 2012 Eric and I checked into a local hospital. It was time for our baby to arrive.
Just a few short weeks after our middle son’s first birthday, we discovered that we were expecting again. To say that we were taken off guard by the news would be an understatement. I had had a difficult time adjusting to mothering two children and felt like I was just beginning to reach a point of confidence and comfort in juggling the responsibilities. Learning that we would have another child (and so close in age to the others), left me completely overwhelmed.
As my body changed throughout pregnancy and I became physically uncomfortable, I moved beyond the feelings of doubt. I would be the mother of three small children and it was not a matter of if I could do it but when.
Though I find those that choose to give birth without the aide of pain medications admirable, I never had the desire to join in those ranks. I loved my epidurals! Eric seemed to as well because he says they gave him his wife back. (He says I was “mean” during labor. Can you even imagine? HA!)
It was time to push and, despite the epidural, I was in a lot of pain. Could I “hold it” for five minutes for the anesthesiologist to make it back? “NO!” I was feeling everything and began to realize that my biggest fear of experiencing the pains birth was a reality. I began to panic. “I can’t do this! I CAN’T DO IT!” Though I didn’t find it humorous at the time, my husband locked eyes with me and said matter-of-factually, “You don’t have a choice. You HAVE to do it.” He is lucky to be alive. He was right, though, and it wasn’t long before our third son’s cries filled the air.
As I write, I’m sitting in the silence of the house. It will not be long before the boys wake and the day will begin. My baby is two. It would seem that his life mission is to grow up as quickly as possible.
The first word that comes to mind when I contemplate appropriate adjectives for Little L is “mischievous.” He truly is our “Curious George.” He’s a silly little monkey and always very curious. He is a climber, into everything, and constantly shadowing his brothers. He was a huge smile and an incredibly ornery laugh that often gives him away.
Little L’s favorite things right now are planes, puppies, and trains. He also loves looking at books. His two favorite for me to read are “Chugga Chugga Choo Choo” and “Little Blue Truck.” I love reading to him and hearing him say, “AGAIN” when I reach the end of a book. He usually likes us to read each book at least two or three times. It is not uncommon for us to find him sitting on the floor looking at the pictures of a book by himself. He loves to sing. My song for him is “A Bushel and a Peck.”
Two years ago I couldn’t imagine life with three boys. Nothing has been as I had imagined it would during pregnancy – it’s better. I saw a little sign yesterday at one of my favorite local shops that I should have picked up because it sums up my feelings perfectly. It said, “If you think my hands are full, you should see my heart.”
Happy birthday, Little L. I love you a bushel and a peck and a hug around the neck!